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See, that’s where they’re going wrong. What you want to do is embrace the loneliness, really lean into it until you’re so miserable that you repeatedly turn down offers from gorgeous, young construction workers who pant after you like a sweet little puppy.
Ugh, friends don’t sniff friends, West. Get that through your damn head already.
“You need to have a little vision, Peaches. It has great bones and a lot of potential.” “There’s no such thing as potential,” he gripes. “There’s only what is and what isn’t.” “You’re wrong.” I shake my head. “You’re too full of youthful optimism,” he counters. “And you’re a forty-year-old curmudgeon,” I tease, earning the middle finger from him. “Just calling it like I see it.”
As Stone once said, “A cock in the hand is worth two in the ass.” I’m not sure what he meant or if it even applies here, but it makes me laugh, so we’ll go with that.
“Not a Dr. Seuss dick,” he reasons. “Until now.” He holds it down between his legs and flops it around lewdly.
A cute, twenty-something in a pair of wire-frame glasses and a red polo slides onto the stool at the end of the bar, so I hustle down to greet him.
Miller is going to eat him up
Great. Fantastic. This is super good news.
Good great grand... NO YELLING ON THE BUS!!!
“Uh-huh. Salt over the shoulder, horseshoes over the door, don’t break a mirror, all that stuff.” Oh my god, I’m such an asshole.
He looks up, meeting my eyes, unexpected heat dancing in his expression. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Don’t,” I say softly. “It’s fine if this didn’t mean anything, if you want it to be a one-time thing, even if you never want us to speak of it again. But for the sake of my sanity, please don’t say it was a mistake.”
Construction workers in delicate, lace panties have to be a porn category all their own because holy fuck is that brain-meltingly sexy.
I tilt my head toward the hallway and lead him toward my bedroom. As soon as we’re in my room, I gesture to the wall. He’s silent for several beats, his eyes on the hole and then on my dildo now lying on my bed with the chunk of drywall still attached to the base. His eyes volley back and forth as he puts the pieces together, and then his lips twitch in a smile that he fights back. “You must’ve really been going at it,” he finally says.
“I want you to fuck me, Peaches,” I murmur against the side of his throat, feeling his pulse quicken under my mouth. He tightens his legs around my hips and digs his fingers into my shoulder blades. “I want you on top of me and inside of me. I need to feel your cock stretching me open and driving me past insanity and then putting me back together again.” “Fucking hell, when did you become such a filthy poet?”
“We did it,” he says breathlessly. “How did you get the guy to leave like that?” “I asked him to look at my asshole,” I joke
Luckily, it’s not Sawyer on my doorstep, it’s Stone. “Hey, can I borrow some butter?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “No. I’ve heard what you two do with butter.”
The look of pure joy that spreads over his face seems to make time stop for a few seconds, like the entire universe needs a second to appreciate the perfection of West’s smile and the way his eyes shine just before he scoops me into his arms and slams his lips into mine.
“It reminds me of Gus and Sunny’s picture. You can see how much we love each other, like it’s just there, somehow so obvious a blind man could see it.”
I push Sawyer onto his back and crawl on top of him, deepening the kiss and falling in love for the millionth time with the shape of his smile against my lips and the way every stroke of his tongue against mine contains an entire lifetime of happiness all at once.
